.
mine dukes bare the
scar and callous
yet her frame
complains
not
mine clumsy oak
disturbs her
not
her slumber 'pon
mine
I feel hern
not
*Maryland’s annual renaissance fair is nine weekends
of medieval celebrations, welcoming rogues, monks,
maidens and *wenches ,) to step back to a time when
owning a sword was cool.
Categories:
wench, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Free verse
In the dusting of the Springtime
Fate spawns a tale of passions need
To instigate with warming touch
The flowering of longing seed
Love’s tenderness adrift and pure
Awaft on every evening breeze
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
Soft whimsy’d memories to seize
Awakening a season’s lust
For life entices springtime’s wench
Bathe in my gentle falling rain
Our humid passions let us quench
In the dusting of a Springtime’s
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
©6/2/2023
Categories:
wench, beauty, lust, nature, spring,
Form: Sonnet
Might I speak love to the standing wench
And her offer the space on my bench?
Will I ever the strong urge quench
To praise her in The Finest French?
I should my passions share with a wench
I could never from her Adoration wrench
To always her fragrance sniff, not stench
And rain never let to her skin drench…
Yes, readying myself for a honey moon
I should want with her too soon,
Some day in Paris from morn to noon…
Plan I to wait but not till June
For thee to compose us a love tune.
Categories:
wench, care, desire, dream, love,
Form: Rhyme
Hillary
Mean, cold hearted, and calculating.
A socialist, self-serving wannabe.
Bill thinks she is emasculating
And to the office she is mockery.
Liar, liar, her pants on fire,
Corrupt and above the law.
I think she’s in it for the power
From her ticket she should withdraw.
Opponents question her credibility
And think she is a pathetic demon wench
She would just screw up our economy
And her lust for power would not be quenched.
Categories:
wench, political,
Form: Rhyme
he stores his grapes
and warehouses his
wine
he grapples with men
and has concubines
his mighty hands
grasps these men
his strength so strong
it comes from within
might he fight
and stand jis ground
folk shall come from all around
his down fall
shall come
from a whore
the one his son
worships and adores
he to is caught
in her spell
she divides their loyalties
but who can tell
wet behind their ears
they whisper words
speakest not
of what he's heard
fallen, fallen
the men of Babylon
have fallen
he ye great
wrest upon the shores
fallen, fallen Babylon the great has fallen
comest out of her
the men then rejoice
she makest them sin
they comest in her together
lest they know-est till
she speaks of he
he who hast
been with her
the night before
lest you take part
in her sinful ways again
fallen, fallen
the all the men have fallen
take part of
her sins never again
fallen, fallen
the men of Babylon
have fallen
greet her as friend
the concubine is gone
Categories:
wench, adventure, analogy, bridal shower,
Form: Didactic
Oh, ye scallywags
Ye think ye have this maid?
Your charming boons
Shall make me swoon
And in your bed be laid?
No! No! You bucks
You rusty mucks!
Ne’r with the likes of thee
My precious gift
Shall not be riffed
Not even for a fee!
I’ll serve your ale
And hear your tale
But then begone with you
For in my heart
Deep in the dark
Lies love that once was true.
Categories:
wench, silly,
Form: I do not know?
Wallowing, wading,
without water wench withers–
Wiggle wench, wiggle
Categories:
wench, fun, water,
Form: Haiku
TRENCHANT WENCH FROM THE UNROMANTIC MIDLANDS
In the pub, I serve out the pints
My comely bosom gives a hint of home
And what men are escaping from – dreary sex
With housewives who scour the sink with vigour
Trim the joint and lard the fowl
Gristles of fat clinging to their knuckles
As the froth of beer clings to men’s beards.
England is a riff between the breakfast table and tea
Where homely condiments drown the flavour
Of each day, and newspapers live on scandal
The seamier the better. It makes the ordinary man
Happier than ever not to be one of the toffs
Glad that she can be had for a song
Save the one that lies buried in her throat.
Categories:
wench, humorous, identity, image,
Form: Sonnet
Limerick : Once a typsy Toddy-Tapper took Wench
Once a typsy Toddy-Tapper took Wench
Up coco-nut tree with monkey wrench
He pumped her full toddy
Till Wench was tight giddy
But she hung on to ? nuts with wrench.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
wench, humor,
Form: Limerick